Magic
“When passion creates the lyric of life to sing together,
the entrancing spell doesn’t end for love is magical.” – By Poet
The southern breeze ripples in spring ambiance,
enthralled, I see you sprint like a fairy
in the shimmer of the flushing meadow,
your disheveled hair swirling softly on your face.
The ebony lattice of lilting grace designed
on the blushing face that enlivens
with my wispy caress as I morph into a flying petal,
as love makes a magical spell for me.
You glisten in the golden gleam of twilight,
your smile configures the ethereal charisma
with the slices of silver lined cloud,
shining on the leitmotif of my yearning.
When in the avid wind of longing
you fly beguiled like a butterfly,
I become a flower to get the waft of fleeting wings,
as love makes a magical spell for me.
My amorous window opens wide
on the fervent facade of your fascinating charm,
I see you dance to the rhythm of rapture,
embracing me with an enchanting trance.
I then turn into a leaf of the tree I nurtured,
delighted it falls and quivers,
lying awhile on your luscious lips,
as love makes a magical spell for me.
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March 18, 2023
Word chosen : Magic
Contest : Writing Challenge - "M" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2023
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